the city makes so much noise when you record it the streets have secret voices if they don't shut up your head will get dirty so you block out the hum, desensitized, it's not healthy but the city's like a miniature body with miniature versions of our universal problems if i could make dorm rooms and stadiums silent my record when played will make the whole world more quiet my ears are ringing, things deaden me i wanna keep my tissues, eyelashes, and intestines clean but i can't think, open for business, infected every particle pulled in a seperate direction i gotta find away to keep the noises outside only one holy hunger will i obey or recognize this body's mine as its owner i seal it i'll find out just what this piece of shit is capable of feeling

food is disgusting it's what they make shit from you're vomiting backwards get poisoned, get cancer i wanna make a record instead of taking drugs but with the tone of the room it's more quiet than it was

i'm so out of breath, ungraceful i'm always running, now can't stop chasing this something inside of me that doesn't exist yet i'll need to be aerodynamic to catch it i can't get comfortable in this mess less than the sum of my influences arrested weighed down by the bullshit my blackhole's collected suck it all in (distracted, conflicted, pathetic) but i will make myself into the shape of a weapon i'll burn off the fat until i'm all sharp edges convey my veins contents no nonsense, no question, no excess i very much prefer an early exit sensible rebellion, the least embarassing not flailing my fists, i'm not coming apart and when my body stops moving i won't be shocked i'll know exactly the cause and just who's at fault Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comfood is disgusting it's what they make shit from you're vomiting backwards get poisoned, get cancer i wanna make a record instead of taking drugs but with the tone of the room it's more quiet than it was